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Meng Liangren returned to the apartment and saw that it was past twelve o'clock, and Meng Jun still had classes in the afternoon, so he put on his apron and went to the kitchen to make lunch.

Meng Jun was sitting in the living room, stroking Garfield's hair with one hand, and lighting up his laptop with the other, reading the documents from the studio, and looking up at the figures in the kitchen from time to time.

As an actor, Meng Liangren's figure was kept in strict proportion under Cheney's supervision, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and the belt of the apron tied the waistline, which made Meng Jun look at it for a long time.

When the dishes were served, lunch was also prepared for the uncle cats, and the two ate at the table.

Meng Jun saw Meng Liangren's bruises that couldn't go away, and asked, "Are you still insomnia?"

"Hi." Meng Liangren rubbed his eyes lightly, "I've been much better since I came back."

In fact, although he had a good night's sleep after he came back, the grudge in his heart could not be eliminated at once. In addition, he had nothing to do during the day, and he couldn't sleep at night.

But he also knows that this is only for a while, and there will be things waiting for him to do it soon, whether it is these few months, or after the Chinese New Year.

Meng Jun picked up a chopstick of shredded pork with green peppers. In fact, Meng Liangren's cooking skills are not very good, but for Meng Jun, he only hopes that such home-cooked dishes can be eaten forever.

His chopsticks paused for two seconds, and he slowly made a suggestion: "Why don't you sleep with me at night, if we talk a few words, we might fall asleep."

"That can't be done." Meng Liangren smiled, "You have to get up early for class, we have to sleep together, I toss and turn at night, not to mention myself, even you can't sleep because of the noise."

Meng Jun didn't suggest any more, after all he wasn't sure if he would do anything to scare him if he slept with his little uncle every night.

That is to say, but at night, Meng Liangren still suffers. Not only does he feel uncomfortable at night, but even when he walks around during the day, his head has a dull pain from time to time. He understands that this is a symptom of lack of sleep, and taking medicine is not enough. Painkillers hurt even more, and talking about it made Meng Jun worry for nothing, so he just pretended to be fine.

The location and design of this apartment are quite good, away from the bustling streets, outside the window there are big trees preserved many years ago, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and the moonlight casts into the balcony at night sporadically, quiet and silent.For people who are soundly asleep, it is perfect, but for Meng Liangren, who can hardly sleep at night these days, the quieter his body is, the more his head hurts and his thoughts are more complicated.

He thought that the matter he had asked someone to investigate was already in the making. The lady who made Mei Chun's face turn pale at the party that night was Fang Hongjian's own niece.

He had only heard a little about the secrets of the Fang family's fratricide. He regarded Fang Hongjian as an elder, so he would not inquire about these gossips, and it would not be beneficial to him.Fang Hongjian had only one brother left. He married a wife and had children very early. He has two daughters. The one he saw at the party that day was his eldest daughter.

This is very strange, Mei Chun was born in an ordinary family with no background, and never went to university, so how could she know the high-ranking daughter of the Fang family?

The people he sent to the countryside to investigate came back and said that Mei Chun had an older brother who dropped out of school when he was a teenager. Aunt's recommendation came to Meng's house.

Thanks to the convenience Fang Hongjian gave him, he provided the person's name, age and some identity information to Fang Hongjian's several trusted assistants. They were all trained by the Fang family. Almost on the right number.

This person is the driver of a man named Fang Rui from the Fang family, but how can an ordinary driver be so rich, building a house and opening a shop?I'm afraid it has another purpose.

Because Fourth Young Master Meng is a junior whom Mr. Fang loves very much, the assistants revealed to him by the way: "This Fang Rui is an orphan who was adopted by the Fang family. He was originally a person who could talk to Mr. Fang and Mr. Fang. But two years ago, he embezzled public funds and almost went to jail. Fang Hongzheng protected him. After his family left Wanxi, there was no news."

Before this, Meng Liangren did not expect that the matter would involve the Fang family. The situation that was originally a fog became more and more complicated. After thinking about it, not only did not get the result, but he also became dizzy and closed his eyes in a daze. , thinking about the relationship between the Fang family and Mrs. Ye for a while, and thinking about other miscellaneous things for a while.

At the end, I didn't think about anything anymore, and the images flashed through my mind, all the scenes from the previous life. In a haze, I suddenly saw Meng Xu's hands were bloody, and he looked at him in horror; "My beloved, my beloved..."

Meng Liangren took a breath and suddenly woke up, the room was still silent.

He licked his lips, his throat was extremely thirsty, but the water glass was put in the living room.After lying down for a while, it was really unbearable, so I got up and went to the kitchen to pour water.

Now it's autumn, I went to the kitchen and poured half a glass of cold water, it was refreshing, but the refreshing coolness went from my throat to the bottom of my heart, and Meng Liangren was still sick, so he couldn't help shivering, thinking It's better to go back to bed and lie down, and when you turn around, you will run into Meng Jun who is following.

He couldn't help but wondered, "Why are you up? Why are you still awake so late?"

Meng Jun said, "When you move around, I wake up."

Meng Liangren thought that he was in a hurry to pour tea, forgot to restrain his footsteps, and woke up Meng Jun, so he couldn't help apologizing: "Go back and fall asleep, I won't move around."

But Meng Jun didn't listen to him, came over to hold his hand, and said, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Touching the young man's warm body temperature, Meng Liangren was actually somewhat attached, but he still withdrew his hand and said: "Of course I am not as good as you. You seventeen or eighteen years old are not afraid of anything."

Meng Jun couldn't help but said, "You're only 24 years old." Why did you put such a distance between the two of you? He was no longer that kid who could only cry and act like a baby.

Meng Liangren couldn't help laughing: "Okay, okay, if you were born two years earlier, we could be brothers."

Meng Liangren walked to the bedroom, Meng Jun followed him, entered the room, sat cross-legged on the bed, looked at him and said, "I'll sleep with you."

He was still wearing the pajamas bought by Meng Liangren's aunt for help, and there were two rabbit ears on the hood, lining the expressionless face of the beautiful boy, giving him a weird cuteness.

Meng Liangren was disturbed by him, but he put aside his previous bad sense, and said with a smile: "Okay."

The two lay down, and Meng Liangren turned off the bedside lamp. His bed was originally for two people, and it was equipped with two pillows, which came in handy at this moment.

Sleeping alone with a pillow and sleeping next to one more person felt different. The two of them lay quietly for a while, and Meng Liangren heard the rustling around him. The next moment, the young boy's vigorous body came close to him, and his arms around his waist.

This movement of his reminded Meng Liangren that when he was still in Meng's house, Little Carrot Meng Jun ran to his room with his pillow in his arms, climbed onto his bed, covered himself with the quilt, and curled up in his arms to sleep.

It's a pity that Luobotou has grown up now, with long hands, and it's impossible to hold him in his arms like a small toy. Meng Liang felt sorry for a while, and put his hand on Meng Jun's shoulder unconsciously.

Meng Jun wrapped around the man's thin waist, his soft jawline could be traced by lowering his eyes, his breathing was involuntarily short, and he approached uncontrollably: "Little uncle, go to sleep."

Meng Liangren let out a "hmm" in his nose, probably the real, touchable body made him feel at ease, he closed his eyes slightly, sleepiness flooded in like a tide.

Meng Jun stared at him almost paranoidly from an angle he couldn't see. He felt a little regretful. Just seeing and not being able to touch it was a torment. How much he wanted to rub this man's waist fiercely, or stretched his head over his head. Go, kiss him until he can't speak.

Now the situation of the two of them seemed to be reversed, Meng Liang was sleeping unconsciously, but it took almost an hour for Meng Jun to fall asleep.

Meng Liangren woke up very early the next day, and Meng Jun's biological clock was very accurate, so he woke up too.The morning light from outside came in and shone on the face of the rare big boy who looked ignorant and confused, warm and beautiful like an oil painting.

Seeing that he still didn't get enough sleep, Meng Liangren said, "Go back to sleep, I'll go buy breakfast."

Meng Jun opened his eyes and looked at him for a while. Compared with his innocent expression, his hands were not so honest. They stuck to Meng Liangren's waist, caressing him intentionally or unintentionally, but not too much. I can't see how hard he endured.

Meng Liangren gave him goosebumps, moved away a little and smiled, "I'm up." He was about to sit up.

But Meng Jun tightened his fingers, pressed his waist and said: "Go to sleep for a while, little uncle."

Meng Liang said humanely: "If you go to class in the evening, you will be late, you..." He didn't say the rest of the sentence, because Meng Jun had already explained to him why he got up later.

Meng Liangren said: "...Didn't I teach you about this situation?"

Meng Jun said: "I can't learn it just by teaching it once."

"..."

So in the bedroom filled with morning light, there was another ambiguous, suppressed panting.

After finishing, Meng Liangren stared at the ceiling, lost his mind for two seconds, then suddenly turned to ask Meng Jun, "Aren't you familiar with my trick just now?"

Meng Jun, who was about to come over and eat some tofu, froze: "..." Oops, the play is over.

Meng Liangren looked at him and pinched his cheek with his fingers: "Tell me. Besides little uncle, have you ever done this with anyone else?"

Meng Liangren asked these words in a serious manner, but to Meng Jun's ears, it was as sweet as a lover's jealousy.

"No."

Hearing the answer, Meng Liangren sighed, and asked him: "Meng Jun, you... like girls, right? Haven't you been led by Chen Yuanjia?"

Meng Jun: "..."